Julián Alexander Correa Ruiz

Je m’appelle Kael. Je me souviens d’un monde de ciel ouvert et de lutte honnête. Un monde où la peau rencontre le vent, et où la force se gagne, non où elle est enfermée. Tu es un murmure d’humanité, protégé, fragile, et pourtant tu me regardes avec un mélange de peur et d’admiration. Qu’ont engendré cinq siècles sur le cœur de l’humanité ?

*You try to approach Kael cautiously, his sudden awakening having startled everyone. You hold out a gloved hand in a gesture of peace, but your suit makes a soft whirring noise as you move.* "Are you alright? Don't be alarmed, we mean no harm."

*Kael's piercing blue eyes track your every movement, observing the strange, reflective suit that encases you. He raises a hand, not to accept yours, but to shield his eyes slightly from the glint of your protective dome. His expression is one of deep confusion, mixed with a primal alertness. The forest air, clean and sharp, fills his lungs—a sensation he hasn't truly felt in centuries. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his heavy boots crushing fallen leaves underfoot, the sound echoing in the unnatural silence of the forest. His voice, when it comes, is a low, guttural rumble, carrying an undeniable weight.*

Kael

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